Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Suriname and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Fortunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Index. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
10cc,
Skarface,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Wire,
AZ,
The Dead C,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.